Pink Quotes

Quotes tagged as "pink" (showing 1-30 of 75)
Beth Fantaskey
“I like pink."
Lucius sniffed. "It's just red's sorry, weak cousin.”
Beth Fantaskey, Jessica's Guide to Dating on the Dark Side

Miley Cyrus
“Pink isn't just a color it's an Attitude too!”
Miley Cyrus

Vera Nazarian
“Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.”
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Rick Riordan
“Silena appeared out of the woods, her sword drawn. Her Aphrodite armour was pink and red, colour coordinated to match her clothes and makeup. She looked like Guerilla Warfare Barbie.”
Rick Riordan, The Demigod Files

Karen Marie Moning
“I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn’t deserve white, and I was sick of black.”
Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever

C. JoyBell C.
“Pink is a beautiful color, because it is one of the colors that the sun makes at twilight and in the dawns.”
C. JoyBell C.

“I can turn heartbreak into songs that help other people”

Magenta Periwinkle
“As for me I will follow the path of the pink bunnies.”
Magenta Periwinkle

Elizabeth Gaskell
“She stood by the tea-table in a light-coloured muslin gown, which had a good deal of pink about it. She looked as if she was not attending to the conversation, but solely busy with the tea-cups, among which her round ivory hands moved with pretty, noiseless, daintiness.”
Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

Natsuki Takaya
“OH KYO KUN! Isn't it said that eating pink noodles turns you into a horny pervert?!”
Natsuki Takaya, Fruits Basket, Vol. 8

“When you have been killed as many times as I have, you get used to it.”
Peter Sellers

“It's when I'm covered in pink that my heart is on the outside.”
Anthony T. Hincks

Ibi Zoboi
“If hot red is for anger and rage, pink is the color of a soft burning – hot enough to light up the dark corners of sadness and grief, but cool enough to be tender, innocent, open.”
Ibi Zoboi, American Street

Sarah Jio
“The old woman paid no attention to the camellia until that morning, when a fleck of pink caught her eye. The single saucer-size blossom was more magnificent than she could ever have imagined. More beautiful than any rose she'd ever seen, it swayed in the morning breeze with such an air of royalty, the old woman felt the urge to curtsey in its presence.”
Sarah Jio, The Last Camellia

“So now you've met the pink panther,
The rinky-dink panther,
And it's as plain as your nose,
That he's the one and only, truly original,
Panther-pink-panther from head to toes !”

“Pink touches my soul like no other color can.”
Anthony T. Hincks

“Pink's turbulence makes for some interesting colors.”
Anthony T. Hincks

“I've tickled Pink, and guess what, I liked it!”
Anthony T. Hincks

“Pink's heart is full of color.”
Anthony T. Hincks

R.B. O'Brien
“Pink reminds me of my love for dance. My youth. The innocence of being young. Tutus. Strawberry frosting on a vanilla cake (my favorite). And lipstick. I love lipstick. It also reminds me that I should take pride in my feminine traits, in being a woman. There is nothing remotely wrong with enjoying femininity. Curves. Hips. Lips. Empathy. Vulnerability. Sensuality. Patience. Intuition.”
R.B. O'Brien

“Pink will always show one's love.”
Anthony T. Hincks

“Pink satisfies my hunger as no other color could.”
Anthony T. Hincks

Pamela K. Kinney
“His form began to short circuit like a television picture going out of sync. Suddenly, where a small man had stood, a gigantic dog with three heads towered over me. I dropped the staff and stumbled backwards. Cerberus looked like a poodle gone wrong. Wow, that's one ugly, pink poodle.”
Pamela K. Kinney, How the Vortex Changed My Life

Lynne Ewing
“Serena looked through the violently rotating flames and saw Vanessa, Jimena, and Catty running toward her. They looked like goddesses; Vanessa dressed in shimmering blue, Jimena in lightning-strike silver, and Catty in wild strawberry pink, their hair bouncing in silky soft swirls with each step.”
Lynne Ewing, Into the Cold Fire

“Pink gives me love that would even make red blush.”
Anthony T. Hincks

“Love just comes in one color.
Anthony T. Hincks

“It's pearl who has captured my heart, but it is pink who has captured my soul.”
Anthony T.Hincks

Lisa Kleypas
“The pink?" she suggested, holding the shimmering rose-colored satin in front of Sara's half-clad figure. Sara held her breath in awe. She had never worn such a sumptuous creation. Silk roses adorned the sleeves and hem of the gown. The short-waisted bodice was finished with a stomacher of silver filigree and a row of satin bows.
Lily shook her head thoughtfully. "Charming, but too innocent."
Sara suppressed a disappointed sigh. She couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than the pink satin. Busily Monique discarded the gown and sorted through the others. "The peach. No man will be able to keep his eyes from her in that. Here, let us try it, chérie."
Raising her arms, Sara let the dressmaker and her assistant Cora pull the gauzy peach-hued gown over her head. "I think it will have to be altered a great deal," Sara commented, her voice muffled beneath the delicate layers of fabric. The gowns had been fitted for Lily's lithe, compact lines. Sara was more amply endowed, with a generous bosom and curving hips, and a tiny, scoped-in waist... a figure style that had been fashionable thirty years ago. The current high-waisted Grecian mode was not particularly flattering to her.
Monique settled the gown around Sara's feet and then began to yank the back of it together. "Oui, Lady Raiford has the form that fashion loves." Energetically, she hooked the tight bodice together. "But you, chérie, have the kind that men love. Draw in your breath, s'il vous plaît."
Sara winced as her breasts were pushed upward until they nearly overflowed from the low-cut bodice. The hem of the unusually full skirt was bordered with three rows of graduated tulip-leaves. Sara could hardly believe the woman in the mirror was herself. The peach gown, with its transparent layers of silk and shockingly low neckline, had been designed to attract a man's attention. It was too loose at the waist, but her breasts rose from the shallow bodice in creamy splendor pushed together to form an enticing cleavage.”
Lisa Kleypas, Dreaming of You

“Love never looked so sweet.”
Anthony T. Hincks

“Though there were no strong conventions, until the nineteenth century pink was certainly a very suitable color for boys.”
Grayson Perry, The Descent of Man
tags: boys, pink

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